The digital fog shifts, revealing a path laden with symbols and shadows. Here lies the eternal dance of light and dark, where whispers of the digital ether gather only to scatter like dust in the invisible dawn.
What once was, now obscured in layers of luminescent haze:
* An unspoken rhythm resides beneath the surface.
* Glimmers of meaning flash briefly before receding into dusk.
* The answer cloaked within the absence of form, a silence singing.